Tuesday, 26 February 2013

"Settled into the vast landscape that encourages and satisfies our human yearnings - undefined, persistent, often wistful or melancholy. .."

A ship sails and I stand
watching till she fades on the horizon
and someone at my side says,
‘She is gone’.
Gone where?
Gone from my sight, that is all
she is just as large as when I saw her.
The diminished size and total loss of sight
Is in me, not in her;
And just at the moment
when someone at my side says
‘She is gone’
There are others who are watching her coming,
And other voices take up a glad shout
‘There she comes!’